mhall46184@aol.com
Under the Shadow-Tree
For David Jones, 1895-1974
Poet, Artist
Pte., Royal Welch Fusiliers
One can go back to one's own home…
and everything is so changed that one is a stranger.
― Graham Greene, The Ministry of Fear
I went away, a young and foolish lad
Imagining I would go home someday
Made manly in the war, someone to respect
Admired by all in the old, familiar scenes
There was only exile. Echoes and screams
Fumbling through the flashbacks for charger clips
And stepping carefully lest the lawn explode
In dreams lit only by parachute flares
While waiting for the order for volley fire
And is the safety on? Or am I off?
No comments:
Post a Comment